In exactly twelve seconds I’ll be sad—
and then in twelve seconds I’ll be happy.
You think I’m joking? When I’m in love
I switch between happy and sad
every five seconds—this excites but exhausts me,
so I’m not in love long—I drive my boyfriends mad.
When I’m relaxed and alone
I’m happy for two long minutes, the wheel
slows down. It’s peaceful and unreal.
These shifts of mood are profound—
though it makes me appear shallow. History
and philosophy discussions have no sound
but Nature shows on bees draw me in;
my thoughts are gigantic and fast—
I laugh at professors who think they know the past.
I sleep with the old who think they’re smart.
I love to experience the broken, brittle heart
attached to a mood languidly suffering.